(Source image: "Casablanca" by TC Reiner)
After they climaxed together, Marianne clung to Hector. Their hearts pounded in unison as midday sunshine streamed through the bedroom window, baking them in its warmth. They kissed passionately, hungrily, their bodies melded together so perfectly it scared her, shocked her to think how alive she was, every pore on her body awake with fiery desire.
She rose from the bed, his eyes drinking her nakedness as she picked up her clothes from the floor. “You’re the only woman I’ll ever want,” he said. He slept while she showered and dressed.
They’d lived there a year. They sought a tropical paradise where they could enjoy a life of leisure, her husband playing the guitar while she lay on the beach in a string bikini. As the months wore on, she grew tired of only being kissed by the sun.
She left the house and walked out to the cabana. Jeremy sat on a wicker chair, lazily strumming his antique Rickenbacker. “Hello, darling,” she purred. He stared out to sea. (187)
-Jack
Behind the Scenes:
In honor of today's Thanksgiving holiday in the United States, there is no new prompt for Erotic Flash Fiction Friday this week. As was the case on November 11, I decided to delve into the archives and write a story about a previous week's prompt. I selected the prompt for Friday, March 25th, and managed to come up with a decent idea in about twenty minutes.
The story practically told itself. In my mind, the photo depicts an attractive woman who can't seem to get the attention of a handsome but oblivious man. They appear to be at or close to a body of water, possibly on a boat or the deck of a seaside house. The wicker furniture and some aspects of their attire, including her bikini top and his hat - not to mention the title of the image ("Casablanca") suggest a tropical setting.
The word range was 119-187, and the required phrase was "kissed by the sun". Describing Marianne's slender, tanned body or Jeremy's muscular torso this way seemed obvious, even trite. I knew immediately that I would use the phrase exactly as I did, to describe their affectionless marriage. I did not, however, count on the twist ending in which it is revealed that Hector is not Marianne's husband but her lover. This device was necessitated by the word limit.
Deleted Scenes:
Given more space, I would have examined their relationship, as well as their lifestyle, at greater length. I liked the idea of having Marianne's lover be an old friend of her husband who has come to visit. Jeremy, far too preoccupied entertaining guests with his guitar, has neglected Marianne and her needs, and she finds solace in the arms of Hector. Given the word limit, I was forced to truncate any such exposition, and the relationship between Marianne and her lover remains ambiguous.
Trivia:
The first thought that came to mind when I saw this picture was "Cindy Crawford and The Rock", as in my opinion the two individuals pictured bear a passing resemblance to the celebrities in question.
Soundtrack:
"Fallen" by Lauren Wood
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